:: Lonely Consequence ::Forgive and forget...:: Lonely Consequence :: in Free Verse More Like This
Regret. . .
:: Mental Illumination ::Emotionally strong;:: Mental Illumination :: in Free Verse More Like This
:: No More Pause Button ::I refuse to stop for anyone.:: No More Pause Button :: in Free Verse More Like This
:: The Certainty of Grudges ::Tell me.:: The Certainty of Grudges :: in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why should anyone hold a grudge?
Is it worth the aggression?
Is it worth the pain?
Is it worth the spitefulness?
Is it worth the time?
What good does it do?
To always be angry?
To always bear hatred?
To always be upset?
To always bear ill will?
If a person holds a grudge?
Why can't they be honest?
Why can't they forgive?
Why can't they let go?
Why can't they move on?
If the other keeps going with their life?
Do they not deserve peace?
Do they not deserve serenity?
Do they not deserve tranquility?
Do they not deserve respect?
Because I am certain
That the only thing
Holding a grudge does...
...Is simply bring the bearer eternal sorrow.
Why wont you let go?Do you know what it feels like?Why wont you let go? in Free Verse More Like This
To feel nothing yet delve
into the darkness,
plunging into the unknown.
The unknown consumes you,
and you don't know
what to do with yourself.
Because you're just that detached;
isolated from everyone else.
You don't feel angry, oh no.
That isn't what you feel.
You just feel void, empty.
Like there's no emotion in you,
no one can contemplate,
or even understand you.
And you're just plagued
by this idea that
you brought this upon yourself.
All this sadness,
is because of you
and because you
wont let go.
And because you wont let go,
it'll keep coming back and
coming back to haunt you -
you'll never forget...
because it hurt you, that much.
Keeping secretsHave you ever cried yourself to sleep?Keeping secrets in Free Verse More Like This
And if someone asked you that,
how would you answer?
Truth be told, I used to -
Just lie in bed and think,
think about every single thing
and how I felt about it...
what it meant to me.
But I'll just say no,
because I don't want you to know
about how weak I am.
And it is when all is silent,
the tears will slide slowly,
soaking your pillow.
Like a movie,
the scene plays out in your head
of all those times when you were
damaged and broken.
Replayed and replayed until
all the images end up blur and disjointed.
Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Yes, I have - many times, in fact.
But I'll just say no
because you're my friend
and if I were to tell you,
it would be the end.
RememberMemories.Remember in Free Verse More Like This
The thought worries me,
that I might just forget it all.
I'll forget the spontaneous times
where I would feel happy,
for really... no apparent reason.
I'm so scared,
that I'll wake up and
not remember anything,
and even if it means
losing the depressing memories -
I can't bear to let it go.
It shaped me into what I am today,
believe it or not -
all those sad, depressing memories.
And if I were to age and perhaps just
forget it all...
I would lose myself.
What would I do?
Who would I be?
Oh, sweet and painful memories -
please, never leave me.
GrowthI remember the day I caught him 'gardening'. His cheeks stained cherry with the brisk wind that trotted beside him up and down the smothered garden path. He dropped a seed as his feet brushed past each other. Up and down he walked, a solemn lieutenant. I asked him what he was doing and those wide sky eyes reflected the ice as he told me he was trying to grow flowers for his mother. I looked at the seeds spilt on the snow and told him that they could never grow in these circumstances. I will never forget the clench in my heart when he responded, with a child's tongue; "I know".Growth in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tying the KnotToday we tied the knot.Tying the Knot in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I woke up this morning my hands hit the alarm clock and absorbed its vibrato shrilling. I had been up most of the night, anxious, but I put that aside quickly by reminding myself of the future. There was a lot to do to get ready!
I shaved carefully, slower than normal as I didn't want any blood on me. Things had to be perfect. I felt my stomach churning with nerves as I showered but by the time I got out of the shower my trembling fingers had calmed to a bass instinct.
I stood in front of a full length mirror as I fumbled with the buttons on my clean white shirt. It reminded me of when you taught me how to iron. I wasn't as good at it as you were but I looked respectable.
Dressed and ready I knew the time was almost come, but before I went downstairs to meet you I hung out of the window smoking a cigarette. You didn't know I'd taken up smoking whilst we prepared for the big day, I tried not to let on but sometimes I think you smell it on me. I remembered yo
FlyingHear me read it!Flying in Free Verse More Like This
A poem emerges,
a sudden and dazzling spark
blistering the sky with its trail.
It is a paper aeroplane
aflame as it enters your atmosphere.
It begins to burn, to rage -
The lette rs peel of f
a nd d is per s e wi ldly.
These fragments of my words,
my thoughts and hopes;
burn in the nightscape.
They are the stars.
Our biggest fanHear me read itOur biggest fan in Free Verse More Like This
I pity the sky.
Even when all else turns to dust,
And debris, and dies,
The sky cannot move,
Cannot look away,
Or do anything but weep ever after
And ache to wrap those it loves
In lonesome clouds and carry them away.
I pity the sky.
Marmalade for Isla - Ch 5Marmalade for IslaMarmalade for Isla - Ch 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next week when Isla entered the shop Noah was there. He avoided looking at her directly but when Mr Francis explained they had started work on the flying machine he unrolled a huge sheet of paper and laid it out over the shop's counter.
When they finally got one corner pinned down with the till she saw a picture of two gigantic wings on one half of the page, stuffed with tiny white feathers. On the other side of the page it looked like two giant metal claws. Noah explained that they were the skeleton of the wings to make them work, and they would attach the wings to her arms so she could move them.
Isla was astonished. They couldn't be serious, could they? She looked into the greying wizened face of Mr Francis and the red embarrassed ears of Noah as he looked away from her gaze, and she realised they were serious. Could they do this? Could they do this without her father finding out? Would he hurt Noah? Could she be
Marmalade for Isla - Ch 8Marmalade for IslaMarmalade for Isla - Ch 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Isla arrived on a Tuesday and the wings were complete. In the little living room above the bookshop they were wide and had a dull sheen over the slate coloured feathers. There were occasional pools of teal and blue from the duck's feathers. It was beautiful.
Noah hurried Isla to try them on and made her flex her arms in every way he could think of to see them move. They swum through the air seamlessly and although they were heavy Isla felt like they had always belonged as a part of her. She spun and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and laughed and laughed. The phoenix girl.
Her happiness was infectious and when Noah caught her and kissed her, she kissed him back. It surprised them both. Almost immediately their shyness and hesitance returned. They awkwardly said their goodbyes, arranging to meet on top of the hill the next week.
It was all so surreal, Isla thought to herself. It was like a warm secret in her he
Marmalade for Isla - Ch 3Marmalade for IslaMarmalade for Isla - Ch 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Isla's father found fault with her often so she was not allowed outside. When she got a summer flu and was unable to cook his dinner for him he had been so angry that he had locked her in her room for ten days with only water to drink. Isla began to wonder what was so wrong about Noah to make her father so angry. Sometimes she heard him crying at night and she wondered if it reminded him of her mother. She was too afraid to ask. She tried to be good.
Eventually her father softened. He did love his daughter after all. He asked her to go to the grocer for some bread, raspberry jam and a block of cheese. As she went out of the door, thrilled to go outside into the Autumn air, he shouted after her to get some eggs too. Ava had passed away a long time ago now, so she would get them from the shop as well.
Isla found the sunshine refreshing but felt unsteady on her feet, having not yet eaten. It must have shown because when sh
Marmalade for Isla - Ch 4Marmalade for IslaMarmalade for Isla - Ch 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Isla had to promise her father that if she saw Noah she would not speak to him before he finally allowed her out again. He warned her that if he heard of her talking to Noah he would get very angry, and Isla feared the violence. She promised to be good. Once a week she was allowed to go to the grocers and pick out the food they needed for the week. At first this took her the whole hour, she was a little unsteady on her feet still, but soon she could get everything done in twenty minutes with Christof's help.
One day she peered into Mr Francis' bookshop and, finding it empty, went inside. Noah was not there but Mr Francis was and he was thrilled to see her. His genuine relief and happiness at seeing her made the ache in her heart crack open and soon she was sobbing uncontrollably. She left to be home in time without telling him what was wrong.
It quickly became routine, that she would do the shopping and then spend the s
Marmalade for Isla - Ch 6Marmalade for IslaMarmalade for Isla - Ch 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It took six seasons to build the wings. Isla complained about the metal skeleton biting into her arms and ribs so they had to be adjusted several times before they were content with them. As Noah and Mr Francis worked on the skeleton she began to collect feathers. If they didn't need her for a fitting or to hold something down or to hammer something, she would find her way to the river and extract duck feathers from long grass or nests around the waters edge. Once an angry mother duck almost bit her. She was more careful after that.
They had just begun sewing the feathers together and winding the strings of them through the skeleton when Mr Francis died. It was a terrible shock and for many weeks the work stopped completely and Isla did not see Noah.
Weeks later, passing the bookshop, Isla glanced in habitually and saw, to her astonishment, Noah inside. She pushed on the door but it was locked, she knocked on the glass pa
Marmalade for Isla - Ch 7Marmalade for IslaMarmalade for Isla - Ch 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Noah kept the bookshop, and it kept Mr Francis' name which Isla approved of. Sometimes she would stop by and see Noah chatting to customers and feel a spear of jealousy run through her. He seemed happier. It still hurt, and she felt ashamed that she had allowed herself to give up so easily to her fathers will.
Months later they began work on the wings again. If Noah was honest it was a way to spend more time with her, but he wasn't, so they worked on the wings. They talked like they had when they were younger. Sometimes, they laughed. Sometimes, when they carelessly repeated one of Mr Francis' sayings, they cried.
Isla explained to Noah why she wanted the wings. As they sewed and adjusted the feathers to lie flat against each other she described mountains and plains that she had seen in her mind. She told him stories of Paris and Bombay. She talked of freedom and the simple pleasures of life. They dreamed of marmalade.
Fake WonderlandA place where you want to breathe,Fake Wonderland in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But you cannot get enough air.
A place that you want to leave,
But you can’t, you are in despair.
Freedom is something I wanted long ago.
They used to tie me up with a rope.
I am packing and now I am ready to go,
To rebuild, to change it all there is no hope.
In lies we have to swim every day,
To love we are not allowed anymore.
Anything you want you are not able to say,
They throw you in a room and lock the door.
A fake wonderland that no one can escape,
If your body is gone, your soul will stay.
The truth they can no longer shape,
They want to throw it to the sea away!
You freed me from this chain,
Now my soul can for a while rest.
I want to love you, but I am insane:
To alter this realm I try my best!
Last PagesIn my manuscript where I wrote my pieces,Last Pages in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Its final pages to my pen releases.
With lies about love it is full,
Reading it sometimes gets dull.
Her name all over the pages is scattered,
I remember the time when my heart it flattered,
Now I look at it and burn from despair,
I am hopeless, I am not treated fair.
In times of darkness she shed light,
But now again I am struck by the night.
What means to smile I forgot,
By a bullet called reality I was shot.
Strange FriendshipNever my soul you befriended,Strange Friendship in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Because you always me offended,
Though I kept and keep our friendship secure,
This is an illness for which I cannot find a cure.
Many mistakes I made, many troubles I got in to,
My dear friend, it was all for you.
I took the blame for your deeds,
I had done everything to meet your needs.
In times when I covered you I almost got busted,
Good thing that my words everyone trusted.
I have never heard a “thank you” in return,
But know that against you I will not turn.
Though my heart was not meant for you,
In my mind for no reason I loved you.
It will be a secret that I’ll forever keep,
Through these moments of my life I am going to leap.
You are a girl with a future that is lost,
I look at you and see that you are a ghost.
You had your chances, now they are gone.
Saving you is my mission and alas, it is undone!
Understanding PainWhen everyone chanted your name that dayUnderstanding Pain in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I understood that to your heart I had no way.
You do not want stop by and read the poems I wrote,
You are famous; you do not recognize my existence.
My writings are obscure; they are used to clear a dry throat,
But I continue against all forces my resistance.
I wish someday you would understand this pain.
You stabbed me with your charming looks,
I can no longer live with the wound from your grace,
The love that hit me that day you cannot find in any books!
Only God can your name from my life erase!
If one day you will this cursed piece read,
Know that I still for you burn,
I know you my love will never need,
But who knows, destiny can turn.
Farewell LoveI am standing in a field full of dying flowers.Farewell Love in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I heard that once they used to bloom
And picked up by many lovers,
Until one day they met their doom.
Whispers from my past haunt me,
I followed them to this forsaken land,
Grief and despair instantly found me
And buried my dreams under endless sands.
Farewell, love, we had good times together.
You made my pen lighter than a feather,
Yes, you were unanswered and brought pain,
You saved me from the burning sun and heavy rain.
One day I opened my eyes and my muse was gone,
Again in this World I am left alone!
Without aims and full of doubts I wander around,
Searching for something that cannot be found:
A blooming flower…
Uncertainty In LifeWhen will sadness come to say goodbye?Uncertainty In Life in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am gloomy, I do not know why!
I do not have any hints about my fate,
I want to know before it is too late.
I do not know if the truth is in my mind or heart,
Sometimes I feel that everything falls apart.
The World around me changes so fast.
I cannot catch up, I think I won’t last.
What is going no one can tell me,
The word “life” no one can spell me!
I am trapped in an eternal puzzle,
Thoughts try my sanity to guzzle.
When love came I though all questions died,
Though time showed that to me it lied.
Nothing is certain in my actions,
I rebelled against all factions.
Impossible Crush“Forget your heart, from your feelings get away”,Impossible Crush in Concrete Poetry More Like This
That is what my mind used to say.
But everything can change in one day,
And its effects can forever stay.
How did I even fall in love?
Was I punished by the God above?
No one has told me the complete truth,
But I just know that I am wasting my youth.
She is never going to see me from far away,
Even if she does, she is going to turn away.
She will laugh if she reads my real name,
I am surrounded by darkness, she is surrounded by fame.
To my dreams I said goodbye from the first time,
But they refuse to leave; they say it is a crime.
Alas, I get farther from every strike of the clock,
Because in this land I am under lock!
ExistenceOur story had ended before it could start,Existence in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In your World I am not present, but you took my heart.
It is impossible, it’s not even hard, to meet for us one bright day.
I doubt that I could find to your eyes a way.
Just to exist for you what would I not give!
Alas, my destiny on my every step deceives.
So many twists, so many turns,
But an endless fire inside me burns:
One year ago in times of sorrow,
When I did not see any signs of tomorrow,
You came along and wrecked the past,
Before your beauty it could not last,
With your help I forgot it fast,
What powerful spells you can cast!
That’s why I value you more than my life,
I wish you would always thrive.
Facing Reality“Why do you need fame? Is it the money or is it the power you want?”Facing Reality in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“ Love is the only thing I desire. I want to be near her”.
“Love? Ha-ha-ha! You are a fool to think that love can take you to the top”.
“I believe that one day we will meet each other, the only thing I need is recognition”.
“Look, your time is running out, you have not achieved anything significant and there are a lot of people that have better chances than you do. Give up on the idea and live your miserable life”.
“My writings will save me. I believe I will achieve my goals”.
“If you think your worthless pieces will get you somewhere and will change your life, then you are out of your mind. Look at your writings! Just look at them! No one will read them, no one I tell you. Have you forgotten the time when they were denied by literary magazines? Aren’t you tired of seeing “We regretfully inform you…” and so on
Former FeelingsYou realize she did not even exist,Former Feelings in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Though her beauty you could not resist.
On finding her you used to insist,
But she kept disappearing in the mist.
When your muse came around,
In your heart she made a wound,
And you wrote to the one you love.
You asked for aid from the angels above.
With dark nights you got along,
They kept singing you their songs,
You penned them down one by one,
They were about your special someone.
Alas, it is all left in the past:
Your feelings for her could not last.
You forgot her very fast.
You lost a dream that was so vast.
SleepThere once was a little girl.Sleep in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She dreamed about a little boy.
He was nice to her,
not like the others.
He didn’t run away from her,
afraid of her overbearing personality.
He didn’t laugh and make fun of her
for the little extra weight she had on.
And they held hands and laughed.
And she woke up and realized it
was only a dream.
And she couldn’t remember his face.
And she couldn’t remember his name.
All she knew was her hand felt
But she went to school the next day and smiled
and played with her friends,
and ignored the other boys,
and forgot her hand was empty.
The little girl grew up a little bit.
She went to middle school.
And she met this boy again,
and he was unlike the others,
and they laughed,
and maybe even kissed (only once).
And they held hands when no one was looking,
and laughed a lot.
And she woke up and realized it
was only a dream.
And she couldn’t remember his face.
And she couldn
Meta-PhysicalFought writer's block.Meta-Physical in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lost the plot.
1 Across (4 Letters)Adding tea to oil.1 Across (4 Letters) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Airhead (Oxymoron)Empty-headed.Airhead (Oxymoron) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But so full of himself.
Unreliable NarratorSherlock Holmes stories?Unreliable Narrator in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They were doctored.
Over Before You Know ItCaught stealing.Over Before You Know It in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(Just a short sentence.)
Relation-ShipsMother: scarlet ------ Father: blueRelation-Ships in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Breaking EvenBroke her heart.Breaking Even in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Broke his nose.
Short mind readingConversations suck.Short mind reading in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Headphones speak my language.
A military conflict"Victory!"A military conflict in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
- "...Over ants?"
- "I need this!"
You Can't Tell MeYou can't tell meYou Can't Tell Me in Free Verse More Like This
that my writing is wrong.
It might be for you
But for me it will live, forever strong
You can't tell me
that my words are not right.
They might not be prefect
But I'll still put up a fight
You can't tell me
my rhymes are too mix-matched.
Its just because they are not yours
To me they do not lack
You can't tell me
I did not try my best.
Who are you to evaluate?
Its not like its a test
You can't tell me
that I didn't follow a rule.
Creativity has no list
I think you are a fool
You can't tell me
that I didn't emote at all.
How can you tell me what I feel?
Its not like I'm a doll
You cant tell me
everything that I should.
How can you think you know everything?
And think you know whats "good"?
Everybody...We all fly off the rails, but live to tell the taleEverybody... in Free Verse More Like This
Everybody misses a nail.
Dreams break like broken glass, but old dreams never last
Everybody takes off their cast.
We all decide too late, but thats just part of fate
Everybodys built on hate.
We all pretend to keep, all our flaws and lies asleep. But
Everybody cries and weeps.
Keep RunningSomething broken, or something deadKeep Running in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and everything that was ever said
Punches, bruises, sticks and stones
and everything that broke my bones
to words they said would never hurt,
to a shoe that kicked my face with dirt
Yes, these tears are made by you
but even tears don't make lies true
Tears that dampened my pillow case
tell a story that you could never chase
and I'll keep running until I die
Because you'll never catch me, I'll watch you try
Stupid BlondeWhy, yes.Stupid Blonde in Free Verse More Like This
I do pick up books.
And thank you for thinking I hold them upside down or I can't even finish the first page.
I do math.
And thank you for thinking I can't long divide or that numbers shave my mind blank.
I can write.
And, again, thank you for thinking I can't use a pen or that I <rite tings liek dis>
Why dont you take a label maker and slap it right on my forehead? All to see and all to share?
Maybe a pawn in your conversation, or ideas just easily ignored.
A voice filtered upon arrival and spilled down the drain to wash away, carried to a place where rubbish seals any whisper left to fade.
Voices become whispers, and whispers become the helpless echos of ideas shed free of a mind that is as fully functional as yours,
My friend, it is but you who label me with a permanent marker, that set my skys with the bleakest ink.
Isomnia.To the mocking flash of my cell phone clockIsomnia. in Free Verse More Like This
The glitter of morning my closed blinds block
In a hunch on a chair or a ball on my bed
Comfortable and comfy but I stay up instead
With paper and pens and paintbrushes I raise
And the stories that unfold on each turning page
Youtube, Facebook, and clicking links
Are the things that keep me from even a blink
Round and round, my thoughts echo and spin
Closing my eyes even seems like a sin
Redbull, pepsi, and midnight snacks
Drinks of sugar in tempting twelve packs
The silence of myself and the embrace of a book
Casting and reeling until sleep's on my hook
They say theres plenty of fish in the sea
But sleep swims deeper than my hook can see
Alone in a dimming desk lamp light
Confronted by morning that stepped through the night
Open curtains, birds with a morning song
It's a shame I had to wait this long.
Between the stallsAmung the sinks and filthy tilesBetween the stalls in Free Verse More Like This
I stay between two dirty walls
I really just need to be here alone
No where but here amung the bathroom stalls.
As I sit upon the toilet lid
I can see the water between my knees
I glare into this toilet bowl
And all I find is a circular sea.
I watch as they drip again and again
The tears come streaming down my cheek
They fall into the bowl directly below
And vanish into the water so bleak.
This is the place I come to hide
This is the place I always go
Where theres a place I can be myself
And not my emotions' puppet show.
I hear the tap of my shoes echo the room
But its shushed asleep by the sound of the flush
This way I can drown my emotions dead
To finally get them to shut up and hush.
I use my sleeves to wipe my eyes
And walk out from between these walls
I walk with nothing but a smile to show
Like nothing happened, even at all
Tell Me ThisOh, so you're not thin?Tell Me This in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me how you're ugly.
Oh, so your hair doesn't look good everyday?
Tell me whose does.
Oh, so you make mistakes?
Tell me who doesn't.
Oh, so you're not a model?
Tell me what the definition of beauty is.
Oh, so you aren't normal?
Tell me what "normal" is.
Oh, so you aren't good enough?
Tell me why.
Because there isn't a standard you need to reach to be yourself.
Ashes of the brokenShattered pieces of my broken heart sprinkle my despondant soul, pleasant glitter in the most ironic place. A spark of realization lights inside me, knowing i will be lonely forever more in a panicky flash that is destined for devistation. The heat rises with smoke and the fire burns my soul with the breakings of my fallen heart upon its heavy shoulders, dragged down by the hollow shadow that slithers inside ever so restlessly, never to let it free. My soul callapses in a ball of flashing smoke and accepts it will never feel the masterpiece of a heart again, to live its days alone for the rest of time in an echoing tic of the clock's hands. He burns, engulfed in the curtain of smoke. He burns evermore until nothing is left of my soul but a shamefull file of ash, the dullest of grey to lay alone forever. The ashes of the broken to stay.Ashes of the broken in Free Verse More Like This
Silly little humanI see you day and I see you nightSilly little human in Free Verse More Like This
You are always up before it is light
Never seem to rest your head on your pillow
You seem like a rather peculiar fellow
I love you anyway because you are mine and I am yours
I follow you happily about the floors
Listening always and never too loud
I'm here for you when you are down
I rest my nose upon your cheek
And they are cold with the water your eyes seem to leak
It's silly how you do this
But I love you and can't wait to give you a kiss
The red lines on your arms are bumpy and diced
The thing that dances on them isn't too nice
You haven't eaten with me for a long time now
Its hard to imagine not eating, under vow
I see you lay in bed all day
Any hear you always say:
"I can't take it anymore. I wish I were dead"
I wish I had a clue of what you said
You're really weird, but it's okay tho
I love you and don't worry, I'm here for you
Silly little human! Get down from there!
Why did you suddenly kick away
Let your heart holdYou'll find be at the bottomLet your heart hold in Free Verse More Like This
Watch at how my bones shake
Caged by the blazing bars of shame
Watch at how my heart awakes
Not to shatter under pressure
When your safety's on the line
And when your thoughts begin to fly
The way you act is how you're defined
I'm not the one to fight
When I'm at the head of the crusade
holding the beast that lay inside
with the worries that come cascade
I started to surender
when the light began to run
I was controlled by massacre
I had to chase the fading sun
When I'm on a faulter
Or on the end of dejection's blade
Walking a tightrope with one last thread
I still wont let my heart fade
I'm sent down onto my knees
Last words the last thing to shed
But yet when death is a charade
Backing down is the last thought in my head
Show me to the shipwreck
Watch at how my lungs collapse
Without a remedy or herb
Stay and watch my self-worth relapse
Ill never s